When I was young, I lived in the country, Clouds were my friends, I cannot answer why, And now that I've grown, I live in the city, And heaven is so far, I cannot reach the sky,

I once met a man, who lived in the city, The stone was his home, he said his heart was mine, He led me far away, when he told me I was pretty, How strange to go so far, and never touch the sky,

Gardens grow most times in the country, Grow a wondrous high, Gardens grow sometimes in the city, Grow, but soon they die,

Now I look up at the buildings of the city, Their fingers are so much longer than mine, I wish I had the hands of the city, For heaven is so far, I cannot reach the sky,

Gardens grow most times in the country, Grow a wondrous high, Gardens grow sometimes in the city, Grow, but soon they die,

When I was young, I lived in the country, Clouds were my friends, I cannot answer why, And now that I've grown, I live in the city, And heaven is so far, I cannot reach the sky, And heaven is so far, I'll never touch the sky...